Viona's POV
I turned to Rafael, but he just grinned wider. Something was wrong.
Sure, everything is always a joke for him.
Wasn't that a common thing? Why was Grandpa so surprised? I didn't know how to act.
How should I answer?
My fingers fidgeted, urging my mind to find a way to make the story believable.
I smiled softly.
"Yes, Grandpa. I've known him since childhood, and Rafael has always helped me. So, it must be a part of his good heart." My voice came out sweet. It was not entirely a lie.
From his steady breath, I guessed the great Mr. Kleith's anger had subsided. Yet he was still glaring at his grandson with a challenging gaze.
Grandpa chuckled, "He always helped you?"
I nodded, smiling. But I didn't dare to glance at Rafael. Why did I feel like I was getting trapped by my own words?
Grandpa Kleith giggled loudly. The giggling turned into full-blown laughter in seconds.
I blinked. Stunned. What's so funny?
"Is that why you married him? Because he always helps you?"
